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Like A Rolling Stone -- Bob Dylan
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
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Satisfaction -- Rolling Stones
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I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.
When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
And he's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.
I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.
When I'm watchin' my tv
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be.
Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.
I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no girl with action.
'cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.
When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on a losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.
I can't get no, I can't get no,
I can't get no satisfaction,
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction
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Imagine -- John Lennon
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Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say I'm
a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
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What's Going On -- Marvin Gaye
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Mother, motherThere's too many of you cryingBrother, brother, brotherThere's far too many of you dyingYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here today yeah Father, fatherWe don't need to escalate you see War is not the answerFor only love can conquer hateYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here todayoh, picket lines, picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityTalk to me so you can seeOh what's going on,Tell me what's going onMother, motherEv'ry body thinks we're wrongBut who are they to judge us simply 'Cause our hair is longYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some understanding here todayGood God
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Respect -- Aretha Franklin
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(oo) What you want
(oo) Baby, I got it
(oo) What you need
(oo) Do you know I got it
(oo) All I'm askin'
(oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo)
All I'm askin' (oo)
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
hey Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)
I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my profits
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)
------ instrumental break ------
Ooo, your kisses (oo)
Sweeter than honey (oo)
And guess what? (oo)
So is my money (oo)
All I want you to do (oo) for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)
You're runnin' out of foolin' (just a little bit)
And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) 'spect
When you come home (re, re, re ,re)
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I'm gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
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Good Vibrations -- The Beach Boys
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Wilson/Love
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Close my eyes
She's somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations)
(Ahhhhhhh)
(Ah my my what elation)
I don't know where but she sends me there
(Ah my my what a sensation)
(Ah my my what elations)
(Ah my my what)
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin'
Ahhhhhhhh
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
(IÕm pickinÕ up good vibrations)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop)
(Excitations)
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's na na . . .
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
Do do do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Do do do
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Johnny B. Goode -- Chuck Berry
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Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...He never ever learned to read or write so well,But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.(Chorus)Go GoGo Johnny GoGo GoJohnny B. GoodeHe use to carry his guitar in a gunny sackAnd sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.People passing by would stop and sayOh my that little country boy could play(Chorus)His mother told him someday you would be a man,And you would be the leader of a big old band.Many people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights "Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!"(Chorus)
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Hey Jude -- Beatles
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Hey jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Hey jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
So let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you, hey jude, you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.
Hey jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh.
Na na na na na ,na na na, hey jude...
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Smells Like Teen Spirit -- Nirvana
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Verse 1-
Load up your guns
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's overboard and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Chorus-
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello,
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
yeah
Verse 2-
I'm worst at what I do best
And for this gift I am blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Chorus-
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello,
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
yeah
Bridge-
Verse 3-
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah I guess it makes me smile
I find it hard, hard to find
Oh well whatever nevermind
Chorus-
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello,
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
Yeah
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What'd I Say (Live Berlin) 1962 -- Ray Charles
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What'd I Say (live version) 4:05
Ray Charles
(Ray Charles)
Live in Berlin, recorded at The Sportpalast - March 6, 1962.
The Band:
Marcus Belgrave, Wallace Davenport
Phillip Guilbeau, Johnt Hunt- Trumpets.
Henderson Chambers, James Harber
Keg Johnson, Dickie Wells- Trombone.
Hank Crawford, Rudy Powell- Alto Sax
David 'Fathead' Neman- alto and tenor saxophones, flute.
Don Wilkerson Tenor Saxophone, Leroy Cooper- Bariton Saxophone.
Sonny Forrest- Guitar. Edgar Willis- Bass. Bruno Carr- Drums.
The Raelettes (background vocals:
Gwen Berry, Margie Hendrix, Darlene Love, Pat Mosely.
Instrumental to 1:20
'Ooo mama, don't ya treat me wrong, well-alright
Come an' love your daddy all night long
Alright, darlin', yeah
Alright, yeah
Whoa alright, baby alright
When ya see me in misery
Come over baby see about me
Dar-dar-darlin', alright, yeah
Well, alright baby, alright
See the girl with the diamond ring
She knows how to shake that thing
Alright, darlin', yeah
Alright, yeah
Well, alright, baby, alright now
'Play it one more time for me, son'
(Instrumental & piano)
'Oh, that's what I'm talkin' about'
See the girl with the red dress on?
She can Birdland all night long
Alright, baby
Alright, yeah
Well, alright, baby
I'm gonna
Tell your mama, tell your pa
Gonna send you back to Arkansas
Alright
Mama, you don't do right, yeah
Oh, you don't do right
Um-hmmm
What'd I say, now darlin'?
Tell me what'd I say (yeah)
Tell me what'd I say (little girl)
Tell me what'd I say (yeah)
Tell me what'd I say (little girl)
Tell me what'd I say
Whoa, I wanna know
Baby, I wanna know (little girl)
Ooh, I wanna know
(Whoa-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Mama, I wanna know (whoa, yeah)
Whoa, wanna know-know, little girl
I wanna know-know, yeah
C'mon!
Um (aah)
Ooh (ooh)
Um (aah), Oh (ooh)
Um (aah), Oh (ooh)
Oh, it's alright
(Baby, it's uptight)
Baby, it's alright
(Baby, it's all right)
Say, it's alright
(Baby, it's alright)
Mama, it's alright
(Baby, it's alright)
Say it's alright
(Baby, it's alright)
Baby it's alright
(Baby, it's okay!)
Ha-ha
Thank you very much.
~
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My Generation -- Who
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People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)